- Leon’s POV - Leon enjoyed having Aria listen to him for a change. He’d spent the night playing with her and wearing her out. This morning, he could see the aftermath of it. She was sore, physically, and mentally. She was coming to terms with the new rules he’d bombarded her with. Leon didn’t let up on this. Oh, no, he doubled down. He made her sit on his lap and feed him. All the while, he played with the vibe’s controls. While she showered, he turned it on high and listened to her cum in the shower. By noon, she didn’t have any energy to fight him on anything. She lay on the sofa and watched the clouds drift by. He got the video of it and sent it to Michael with the caption. Discovered a method to silence and exhaust her. Onto the next step of my plan.] Michael texted back. [The movers are here setting up Julie’s office now. She’s yelled at me, cried in my arms, and tried to be a superhuman. She’s doing everything to
Juliette absolutely panicked at Michael’s idea. She saw three different intentions he might have with what he suggested. The first to show her how she didn’t fit in with everyone in his world. She knew she couldn’t hold a candle to Aria’s fashion sense. Or he wanted to control her appearance again like he did while they’d been married. She quietly cursed herself. They were still married for another six months. He expected to return to telling her what to wear and all that. Juliette never told him she struggled with her appearance all her life. She didn’t have a sense of fashion because she didn’t see the sense in half of it. Michael insisted if others saw them together that he would select her clothes for her. He figured if he controlled it, there’d be less of a chance, she’d embarrass him. Juliette always thought that it had been foolish because he allowed her to layout his suits and evening wear for him. She’d be the first to admit that men’s cl
Julie wanted to be there when her office arrived. Because she wanted her things so she could work. An office. That’s what Michael saw when he’d been at the apartment. But Julie really didn’t need all that much. For the last hour, a group of packers and movers packed up the guest room until the room lay practically empty. They vacuumed the flooring as well, even though the floor wasn’t dirty. Now the movers brought in new furniture and assembled it. A Murphy bed, so guests would have a bed to sleep in, but it didn’t take up most of the floor every day. What got her attention away from hovering, watching them, came when the lead mover reported to Michael. Beck stood there and between his unhappy face and Michael’s surprised tone. “What do you mean, her desk didn’t make the trip? What happened to it?” “Mr. Baron. We’re very sorry, but the desk’s condition was not the best. It was on its last legs and all but held together with duct tape
“Yes, Cherished. There are things I learned and now I see I’ve been selfish. I’m seeing my life as though I’m the only one affected by my plans and I’ve never cared enough about anyone else to care what happened to them after I’m done with them.” Michael felt his life shift as he spoke. Was she truly different to the other women who passed through his life, leaving him devastated and hurt after each abandoned him? “I don’t know what to say, Michael. You don’t sound like the man who gave his wife divorce papers as a present for their third anniversary. Please, I can’t process this right now. I just can’t. I keep looking at you are waiting for you to tell me I’m a fool and a sucker. Then punish me for being like that.” Michael couldn’t take it anymore. He took her into his embrace and buried his face in her hair as he felt her round curves mould to him, and he loved the smell of her hair. He’d never dissected why he’d kept coming home to her if he never planned
“Good girl. That’s very good. Now come here and show me how much you want it.” Michael tore his shirt off and stood before her with his desire on full display. His cock thrust toward her, straining for her slick thighs and ready pussy. His hand thrust into her hair as she came close, and he smiled in triumph down into her face. “Now we’re going to find our happiness together.” Michael pulled her head back and laid kisses from her lips down her throat. His other hand teased her nipples before he took her core in a possessive grasp. The heel of his hand rubbed against her clit as he opened her up to excite her further to the next level. “Look at you. So responsive, I love it.” He slipped a finger into her as her instant response had her stiff as her breathing became rough. “You like it when I finger you. That’s it. Breathe and focus on what I’m doing to you.” He slipped in a second finger, and she moaned. Her eyes closed even as her hands moved toward him. “Don’t make me res
“That’s it, babe. Show it all to me. Oh, now stand up slowly. Remember, I’m your daddy now and I’m the only one who gets to play these games with you.” Leon had Aria where he wanted her. Sure, he was being an ass to her. But she’d done a lot more than that to him. “Can I please take it out? I don’t know if I can stand with it in.” Aria was a shaking, needy mess. She’d always had a high sex drive. Leon’s friends often joked that he’d found himself a sex addict. He wasn’t sure about that, but Aria related sex with attention, affection, and love. Praise didn’t normally do it for her. Leon again blamed her father for this. He knew Aria screwed around because that was the only way she felt anyone would see her. Now he needed her to see how people truly saw her. “No. Sweetheart, you won’t take it out. I will start it up again if you keep asking. Now stand.” She struggled to her feet. He’d still not had her fall to pieces sobbing. He needed
“Why’s there a woman coming here to teach me servant duties? Michael wanted that. Leon, we have money and can hire someone to do that. Why are you doing this? Haven’t you punished me enough? Now you want this, and you want me to apologize for whatever slight people think I gave them. If I hurt them, it’s their own fault.” “You think you can reason and guilt your way out of this Aria, don’t you? Well, I hate to inform you that you can’t. You are running out of choices, Aria. Your father won’t help you and doesn’t want to talk to you. Michael has Juliette back where she belongs and won’t welcome your intrusion. I have said what I expect from you. Feel free to use the door and never return. Here’s the thing. Your agency dropped you, so there’s no one there to catch you. You're jobless, homeless, and broke. So, are you going to be homeless? Or start learning to be a responsible adult?” “So, what? You want me to cook, clean, and look after everything? Oh, and you e
Juliette sat in her new office, and Michael watched her from the hall. Beckett went for lunch and Juliette kept tapping away at her keyboard, staring at the screen. He assured himself that she only focused on her work, and she wouldn’t focus like that without the medication he’d watched her take this morning. She didn’t work earlier because she forgot to take her medication. Michael found it sitting beside an empty coffee mug. Surprised by his findings. He was amazed by the vast internet knowledge on this medication. Michael read about fears that people who take this medication could become addicted to the medication. There were an equal number of articles claiming people with Julie’s condition couldn’t get addicted to the medication because their bodies used the medication differently. He wanted to know what addict forgot to take their drug of choice. He had to agree with others those who claimed Julie’s body didn’t use the medication the same way. This had happened twice